My brother in law's mother passed today. From what I was told, it was a difficult death, but not at all unexpected.
When I first met her, maybe twelve years ago she was already beginning to suffer the effects of Alzheimer's. and so, while I have met, spoken with, and dined with her many times I am not completely sure if we've ever met.
She was a very good person, a fine mother who brought up a decent, strong son, a good man, and a lover of art and art history, but despite these common threads we never really got to dissect our favorites or expound on why certain beauty touched us more than other.
It's strange in a way to grieve for this person and I wonder if my sadness is for her or those she left behind. Probably both. It has hit me and I think I'm surprised by it. Maybe I'm saddened by a certain powerless to really do anything for my sister, brother-in-law or nephew. Maybe it's an innate selfisness that something is gone now. My belief is that we tend to grieve for ourselves and those left behind because those that are gone are in a better place or simply don't exist, but that memory, that attachment, that love is a stone upon those left behind.
Not sure why I am sharing this, but it felt worthy. God bless her, those who loved her, and to all those who face similar heartache.